The Pale Protocol
The knife is in your hand, or rather, your hand is in the knife, a fusion of bone and steel that has happened so slowly you did not notice the seam, the way the skin of your wrist has merged with the hilt until there is no distinct boundary between where you end and the weapon begins, and you are fighting, you are fighting with a fury that tastes like copper and old blood, swinging at the...
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